Goat sale day started yesterday with a round up.
Unfortunately, the goats were spread out everywhere.
But we didn’t know that to start with. We thought they were all in the hay field.
Joe spied this buck while we were getting the goats all together. He said it was huge.
Anyway, goats kept coming out from everywhere, the woods, over the hill, past the red barn, in the hollow.
We did a lot of walking. We got back to the house at dark. But I wasn’t convinced that we had gotten them all. (I love the red maple in the yard)
Since I am still practicing with my phone I thought I would check the fitness app to see if it registered our walk. It did, 3.69 miles and 28 flights of stairs. Joe walked even further. Now that is some serious farmercising.
The next morning we had Mike help. I knew we were missing Tribble. She is normally with Trouble but was nowhere to be seen.
Sure enough, she showed up but with some random wild nanny. Power Puff Girl was back from her visit to the clinic. I spayed her a Monday and let her stay there a few days to heal. It hasn’t slowed her down at all. At 7 1/2 months old, she is already 63 pounds.
There was lots of sorting, picking out the culls, selecting the replacements and cutting out a few small ones to sell later. We ended up taking 4 nannies and 85 kids to the sale. That will leave 71 to breed for next year.
2 comments:
I would have thought your farmercising measurements would have been much much higher. Based on all the locations of the goats prior to the roundup, it seems like the goat roundup was a bit like herding cats. The guard dogs certainly would have had trouble protecting such a spread out herd.
Why did Power Puff Girl need to be spayed?
Ummm wrong kind of buck for your herd!
Nice of them to round themselves up for you. :0)
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